Tony's POV

Tony and Natasha went through the same routine for the next couple of days. They would eat, use the bathroom, and talk. Tony would ask her questions about the facility, like if they were in a basement or the location of the building itself. According to what he got from her, it was still in Russia somewhere, and they were being held under the main building. They were at the Red Room, the place where she was raised to become a spy/assassin. He wasn't sure if that made things easier or further complicated. That was mostly all she could get from her with his dwindling patience level. Yes and no questions were hard to use to get information off of.

Three days into his captivity, the cell door opened to reveal a few new sets of faces. Two of them were men and appeared to be guards. They were standing behind an old woman dressed in a blue pencil skirt and blazer. Her face was heavily wrinkled. If he wasn't under these circumstances, Tony would've believed her to be a sweet grandmother to someone aside from her stern facial expression. A scientist stood to her side, appearing to wilt under the presence of all the people in the small room.

"I hope you have been enjoying your stay Anthony," the old woman said smiling grimly.

"No I haven't. And I don't think my friend has either," he spat. "Who the hell are you, what did you do to her, and what do you want from me?"

"You can call me Headmistress. I am the head of the Red Room facility, the same place wher-"

"Natasha graduated from. Spy school. Yeah, I know. What did you do to her?" he growled. His patience was hanging by a thread.

Headmistress looked back at a guard behind her, giving him a signal. He stormed up to Tony and socked him in the eye, making his head hit the wall. For a few seconds, all he could see was stars. His eye was throbbing, and the pain from the wall wasn't helping. This is definitely going to bruise.

"Do not test me Stark, or the same thing that will happen to her will happen to you. Do I make myself clear?" she threatened.

Much to her delight, Tony kept his mouth shut.

"Take them to interrogation."

The guards roughly grabbed Tony's wrists and slipped him into some handcuffs. They tied a blindfold over his eyes, so he wouldn't be able to see the layout of the building. The other guard left to tend to Natasha, whom he hoisted over his shoulder. Tony was pulled to his feet and led out of the cell. The other guard and Natasha followed behind. They walked down several hallways for what felt like eternity before they arrived. Tony heard his cuffs be unlocked before he was pushed down into a cold metal chair. More metal was felt around his wrists and ankles as he was restrained to the seat. A bit more shuffling was heard before his blindfold was finally taken off. He observed the workings of the room. It was a lot larger than his cell and had guards posted everywhere. The walls were white instead of grey, along with the floors and doors. On the side he was on, there was a giant mirror looking into another room. The chair was set in front of it to give him a perfect view. The room Tony could see through the mirror looked a lot more lab-like. Inside, he could see Natasha strapped to a metal table surrounded by a lot of people in lab coats in addition to the number of guards. Headmistress stood in the corner of the room, preparing to begin the session. She approached the glass once she saw that Tony was fully restrained.

"Okay, Anthony, are you ready to have some fun?" she asked.

"This doesn't look fun."

"Maybe not for you, but everyone else seems to agree. If you want it to stop, you just have to give us some information."

"That's a no."

"Let's begin. What should we start with first Anthony, fire or water?"

"Neither."

"Water it is."

A guard brought over a woolen hood and several buckets filled to the brim with water over to the table. Tony's face twisted with horror as he realized what they were about to do, as he had once experienced the same torture before almost nine years prior in Afghanistan. His chest started to clench and his breathing slowed significantly. Tony knew he was about to have a panic attack. Not here. Not now. Gotta stay strong. Taking deep breaths and calming himself down, he decided that instead he used his fear to fight for Natasha. He yelled and pulled against his restraints trying to break free, though knowing there was nothing he could do to help her. He wouldn't be able to take a step if he got free. The guards would take him down instantly. All he could do was watch as they pulled the hood over her head. Headmistress picked up the bucket and began to pour water onto the cloth. Because she couldn't move, Natasha was bucking or fighting for air. In one way it worked to her favor because she wouldn't use up her oxygen as quickly, but on the other hand, there was no way for her to escape. Tony tried to turn away, not bearing to watch his teammate die in front of him.

"Everytime you turn away, I will add more to this session for her, so I advise you to keep your eyes on her at all times," Headmistress said. "Unless you want more blood on your hands."

She adjusted the bucket to make more water pour out, showing that it wasn't just an empty threat. By the time she was done the bucket was empty. Tony feared that they had killed her. The bucket held five gallons of water which was emptied without a break. His fears came true when her chest was dead still. Headmistress noticed and quickly had the hood pulled from her head. Chest compressions were started immediately. Headmistress gave Tony a haunting smile as to say that her blood would be on his hands. A sputtering noise was heard behind her. Natasha was turned over to her side, spitting up water, as a doctor pounded on her back to help her lungs expel all the water. Tony sighed in relief. After a few minutes, Natasha seemed to get all of the water out of her lungs. Her breathing was still shallow, but it was definitely more steady.

Headmistress noticed that her breathing was more regulated, and decided to take advantage of the predicament to get Tony to give her information.

"Again."

"What!" Tony exploded angrily. "Didn't you just see her die on that table. She suffocated. Drowned. And you want to do it again?"

Even the doctors and scientists were at little wary at the statement of what she wanted to do.

"Headmistress, that is not a good idea considering what just happened. We need to wait a few hours to do it again," one of the doctors said boldly.

"Do it anyway."

"If we wan-"

Bam! A bullet from Headmistress' revolver found its way into the doctor's head. She crumpled to the ground in a heap. Two of the guards carried the body out of the room, leaving behind many shocked workers in their wake. Tony's eyes went wide at the sight of the cruelty shown towards the very people that worked at the facility.

"Let her be an example of what happens when you protest when your opinion has already been shot down," warned Headmistress. "Proceed with the session."

The hood was slipped back onto Natasha's head. Headmistress grabbed another bucket that was beside her. She prepared to go another round with the torture when she paused.

She looked Tony dead in the eyes. "Ready to answer some questions yet Stark?"

Tony hesitated. Natasha can't go through this again. She already had to be resuscitated the last time. But at the same time she'll never forgive me if I said anything. I could ask what they wanted to know. If it isn't anything major, I could let a few things slip. Enough for them to stop. Maybe they'll let us go. Or kill us. They could do that too. It's not like Natasha already has a death warrant out by the UN or anything because she decided to set fifty-something people on fire. I really should care less about her dying. I mean like I'm supposed to hate her like a normal person. I mean she betrayed me, set a bunch of people on fire, and led to me getting kidnapped in the middle of Siberia, the last place in the world that I wanted at, yet I still care for her.

"What do you want to know?"

"Specs on all of your current projects starting back from June of last year, whereabouts on the rogue Avengers, and the identity of the Spiderman."

Hell no. Not Peter. "No. First of all I can't even answer one of those demands. I haven't had contact with the others since they went to the Raft. Second of all, you are not getting Spider-man's identity."

"Well then, Natasha will still go through the sessions."

"What if I give you information on some of the projects?"

"It's either all or nothing, Anthony."

"I'm sorry Natasha. I can't do that. I know you'll understand." I hope you understand.

The waterboarding resumed as it was before. This time, Headmistress only used half a bucket, being more careful not to kill her agent. Tony really wished he could look away this time. The guilt was too much for his heart and his mental state. After forever, he could see the hood be taken off of Natasha and water pour out of her mouth. He watched in hatred as Headmistress ran her fingers through her hair, soothing her as if she wasn't the one to torture her in the first place. Some of the guards took hood and the buckets away leading Tony to believe that the session was done. Instead the scientists started to prepare trays and syringes to use on a patient. Frustration set into Tony's mind as he watched different substances be intook into different syringes. It was like a rainbow. There was red, blue, green, and yellow liquid in each of them.

A doctor cleaned an area on her arm with a swab, before picking up one of the syringes. It was the blue one. Tony concernedly watched as the needle tip was inserted into Natasha's skin. The contents were emptied into her bloodstream and quickly reacted with her body. At first Tony didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Then he began to see little bulges under her skin. Her blood vessels seemed like they were trying to come out of her skin. It looked as if something was crawling inside of them. Natasha's eyes suddenly stretched opened wide. Her fingers began to twitch and rap the table. Then her body bucked against the metal. A blood curdling scream escaped her lips. It was the first time Tony had heard her use her voice since he'd been there. It was also the first time she voluntarily used her muscles besides blinking, swallowing, and using the bathroom. Hearing her scream made Tony fear for that she was actually about to die. Unbeknown to him, she had been through this before. But he did know that her screams would haunt him for the rest of his life. Eventually she stopped, and ended up passing out.

Headmistress walked over to the glass. Tony was tired of this woman. Everytime she opened her mouth, something bad happened to him or Natasha.

"You failed her," she said flatly.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Thanks for reminding me," he said sarcastically.

"She'll die here if you don't give us the information."

"Outside won't be much better if you have 177 different countries with a death warrant out on you, along with a pricey bounty because you set a run-down apartment building on fire which killed more the fifty people," he ranted. "Is that how you found her. On the run. Probably figured that she turned back to her old ways. But turns out she still wants nothing to do with this place so you imprison her. And then you get an idea to use her as bait to draw me in because you know that the UN is looking for her. So now you have two Avengers here to torture for information that you won't get."

"Anthony, you aren't leaving here alive with her, so that doesn't matter," Headmistress said. "Besides, it would be a shame to die for something you didn't even do."

"What?"

"I find it funny that both of the Russian agents you know were both framed in less than a span of three months. I mean think about it. Your Natasha is way too weak to commit an act like that."

With that she turned back to the woman on the table who was finally beginning to stir.

"Take him back to his cell."

Tony was speechless. His mouth tried to form words to say, but nothing came out. He felt the guards unlock the restraints on his chair, but was too numb to notice anything else. The blindfold seemed to be insignificant to him, just a small blimp in his way of life. Walking down the halls felt like muscle memory, even though he had only done it once.

Oh God. Not again. This cannot be happening again. She shouldn't be in this mess. First Bucky, not that I like him now anyways, but now Nat. He should've known something was up. After the Leipzig his thoughts on her were too biased and clouded to make a reasonable decision on the matter. Nat's trying to clear her fucking ledger, Tony, not add to it. But it'll be okay. It's been like three, four days. They're looking for me. And when they find me, I can explain to them what happened. I can get Nat some help, and she can explain it more. Bring the Headmistress lady in. Interrogate her. She confesses, Natasha's partly off the hook.

He heard his cell door close behind him.

Right?

Author's Note: Chapter Number Two Of The Day! yeah don't expect another chapter after this for today okay guys. Anyway thanks for reading. Love you guys. Check me out on Tumblr. Same account name and everything. Bye.